a beautiful hermeneutic [hur-muh-noo-tik]

In the past 3 years, the number of shows I have attended has drastically decreased. There are various reasons why, mostly due to the fact that I am older, I don't want to drive to Nashville or Atlanta, and I don't like staying up much past my bedtime. In college, weekend trips to the Fireside Bowl, the Metro, or the Emerson were a regular occurance. Now, I would rather just stay at home and watch the bands on youtube. Also the older I get, the pickier my taste in music has become. I have turned into that old guy at the back of the crowd complaining about how much better the scene was in his day. Every generation of indie snobs goes through this and I am no exception. Even though I have only been to 1 show in recent years, I sure as heck made that one count. It was worth every minute of the drive from Huntsville to Chicago to see the band responsible for saving rock in America. It's hard to imagine today's musical landscape without thinking of the Pixies. Every time I ge

Our mormon brothers will be dropping by our house in a few weeks. They are following up after a visit a couple of years ago. Their is a new group of missionaries in town and they would like to come by to follow up. It should be fun. I feel like I am in a much better place to discuss theology with them then I was 3 years ago. Josh, if you are reading this, you know I have nothing but love for you. As much as we differ in our beliefs, I will always respect you as a friend and as a brother. Btw, the Spurs are kicking your Jazz's butts! :-)

Before the last 30 seconds or so of Monday nights game 4, this Spurs / Suns series had shaped up as one of the all time classics. Being a spurs fan for the last 18 years or so, I have seen a lot of great playoff games and these I consider to be near the top. On one side of the ball, you have the explosive, high octane offense of the Phoenix Suns. On the other side, you have the methodical, fundamental, swarming, wear you out defense of the San Anotnio Spurs. Game 1 set the tone of the series with the deciding basket coming down to the end of the game. No team led by more then 8 points. The excitement continued in Games 3 and 4, that is until the last 30 seconds. The 3rd quarter of game 4 was probably the best quarter of basketball I have ever seen the Spurs play. They were unstoppable, scoring 35 points! Duncan was banking shots 4 feet off the glass while double teamed. Finley and Barry were hitting 3's from well beyond the key. Tony Parker's teardrop layups were unblockable.

A bacon and cheese double platter with fries, a cup of chili, and a mint chocolate shake. What a beautiful sentance that is. This is what I had for lunch today from my beloved Steak and Shake. Did I have to travel miles away to get such a feast? No sir! That's right folks, the reastaurant that put such cities at Ogdenville and North Haberbrook on the map has made its way to the Rocket City. Huntsville finally has a Steak and Shake! S and S has played a major part in the history of my family. When I was young, my family did a lot of traveling because of my brothers illness. Weekend trips to St. Louis, Indy, or Atlanta were common. It's the first place I remember eating at as a family. We would stop at the one in Belleville when we would go to Cards games, the one in Lawrenceville for ATL trips, and the one in Tara Haute on the way to Indy. If I had a good report card, it was a trip to Steak and Shake for a Frisco melt. Hot summer day, off to steak and shake for an Orange Freeze